Bloggles

Since I wrote about singing yesterday, on my weekend off, I figured we might as well sing some more. Music is many things to many people. However, for some, it may prove to be detrimental (see yesterday’s blog). In this case, there was a study conducted at the University of Sydney. It was called “Stairway […]

Well. It was a darn good thing this wasn’t a “Sing-Along.” Because on January 5, 1996, a 63-year-old tenor with the Metropolitan Opera dropped dead on stage. Yes, he did. He had just finished reaching up to a high B and then a B flat as he sang the words “Too bad you can only

The things where there are no things. We see them as remarkable, at first glimpse, or perhaps sound. Like the voices. Not the ones in my head, but those of ventriloquists. Who better to regard in this manner than Edgar Bergen. Today is his birthday, February 18, 1903, born in Chicago. He was one of

Those public restrooms. We’ve all had to use them, time and again. Because as we know, when nature calls, it really calls. Nature calling can happen in many ways. But the way we use it, mostly, has to do with relieving ourselves with the help of the restroom. Before it was used as a euphemism,

I’m not a big slipper wearer. Strike that. I wear comfy slippers when I put my jammy pants on at night. They are called Rockdove’s, and they just slip on, easy-peasy. I’m not sure why they named them the way they did. Rockdoves. That’s just a common pigeon, with thousands of different varieties around the

We all have parents. It is a common denominator. Whether we know them or not, even if we are a test tube baby, we got here by way of one sperm and one egg. Ka-Ching. As such, I have parents. Or had them. Today is my Mom and Dad’s anniversary, married February 15, 1947. A

Valentine’s Day is a day of love. A day for couples, mostly.But today, we look at a side of Valentine’s most people never see, because let’s face it. If you love someone, you should show it every day of the year. If you ask me, this whole “holiday” thing has become about commercialization. All across

Another nod to the competitions of old as we wade through another Olympics. Back in the days of coliseums and gladiators, there were female gladiators. Yes. Those beastly, killing, fighting machines. A female gladiator was called a gladiatrix, or gladiatrices, for several of them. They were rarer than their male counterparts. But “rare” did not